The next day, when Anjali arrives at the agreed-upon time at the container, she's dressed in a short skirt that accentuates her long, toned legs. She carries a backpack with her, which suggests she might have something important to share or discuss with me.

As I maintain a respectful distance, focusing on the friendship and allowing her beauty to be a silent muse for my happiness, she seems to notice my restraint. She smiles warmly and takes a seat on the mattress, placing the bag of food and supplies she brought with her on the floor. She starts to talk about her day at college, her voice filled with excitement and passion as she describes the challenges and successes she's faced. Despite the shift in the air from our last meeting, she seems at ease, continuing the conversation with the same enthusiasm as before.

The discussion further went beyond mere college projects. And this time, i didn't look at her like a creep and made sure that to make her comfortable in all my way.

Anjali notices my respectful behaviour and relaxes slightly. She shares more intimate details of her life, her eyes lighting up as she speaks about her personal struggles and the joy she finds in her studies.

I listened attentively, nodding and offering words of encouragement. As the conversation deepened, I felt the bond between us strengthening, the earlier tension dissipating like the light outside my container.

Things went the same way for some days like this as days passed, and my friendship with Anjali continued to evolve. We both maintain a balance of respect and admiration for each other's company, and she continues to visit me regularly at the container. We both agreed that in order to avoid prying eyes and to have free and open conversation, we would have our further meetings at the container at a fixed time.

During these visits, I listen to her speak about her life and dreams, offering guidance and support where I can. The donations she brings are appreciated, but it's the emotional connection that truly nourishes my soul. At these times, I manage to keep my gaze from lingering too long on her beauty, focusing instead on her words and the shared moments we both cherish. Despite the stark differences in our lives, I found comfort in the companionship I've found in her.

Anjali shares more intimate aspects of her life with me, and I support her by listening and offering encouragement. Our friendship continues to grow as I maintain respectful boundaries despite my eyes wandering around her womanly curves some days. But Anjali finds it amusing for my interest in her womanly body curves, and despite her finding me looking at her incredible alluring body at some time. She would ignore it or would just smile at me knowingly, making me aware that she caught me peeking at her slight cleavage views or at her rising round breasts.

Our conversations and meetings continued every day, and the slowly lingering on her body continued in a more open way.

Anjali felt more comfortable with my looking on her womanly assets, and I felt like she didn't mind my gazing or she started to enjoy it as much as I did.

Some days, I would tell her about her looks and say the words appreciating her beautiness. She would laugh at my words and thank me for saying it.

Even then, I always ensured that she felt comfortable around me, and my restraint allowed our bond to strengthen and find solace in our shared moments together, valuing our emotional connection over material offerings.

One day, as we were talking, she was talking about her plan of shopping for her marriage. The dress she plans to buy, the activities planned for the marriage. I listened to all the words, and slowly, my mind started to wander to a different world while I was looking at her. I started to say "Anjali..."

She looked at me and asked "Yes uncle?"

"Nothing.. anjali.." I just said to her

She was silent for some time and then smiled and said to me, "Uncle, I know you wanted to say to me something. Tell me, we always share everything. So tell me what you were going to ask."

"Dear, I know we shared everything, and believe me, there is nothing."

"No, uncle, I can see it in your eyes, I know you were going to say something. Is there anything I did wrong?" She said in a worried face.

I immediately replied, "No dear, you didn't do anything. It was just a thought that came to me."

"Ok, tell me that thought, uncle."

"It just came to my mind that I had seen in you different but not in saree, so I just thought how you would look in saree."

She smiled at me and said, "When I go to college, I don't wear a saree. I wear saree mostly during some function only."

I nodded at her and asked her slowly, "Dear, is it okay if you could wear something special for me."

As you tentatively ask Anjali if she could wear something special for me, she looks at me with a mix of confusion and concern. She pauses, her eyes searching yours for clarification.

"What do you mean, Uncle Ram?" she asks, her voice gentle but firm.

I realize that my request may have crossed a boundary, and I quickly backpedal, trying to explain that I simply wish to see her happy and comfortable.

Anjali nods, understanding my intentions but reminding me of the need to maintain respect in our friendship.

She smiles, reassuring me that she enjoys dressing modestly and feels most confident in her usual attire.

Then Anjali tilts her head slightly, curiosity shimmering in her eyes. "What dress were you thinking of, Uncle Ram?" she inquires with a touch of shyness. She seems both intrigued and cautious, waiting for my response.

I told her, "I wanted to see you in saree, Anjali."

Anjali's curiosity is piqued, and she looks at me with a mix of surprise and excitement. She considers my request for a moment before speaking.

"A saree, really? I don't wear them often like i told you before, but if it would make you happy, I could try it for our next meeting."

She seems to have accepted my wish with grace and a touch of amusement.

Then, we continue discussing her college project, focusing on the design of her poverty awareness campaign flyer.

Anjali nods thoughtfully as she listens to my feedback on her awareness campaign. She takes notes on a small pad she's brought with her, scribbling down points I've made.

"That's really helpful, Uncle Ram," she says, her voice filled with gratitude. "I'll make sure to incorporate your suggestions. It's important that our message is clear and respectful."

As we both discuss the details of the project, the time slips away unnoticed. Eventually, she glances at her watch and realizes she needs to head back home to prepare for her evening studies. She gathers her things, the untouched bag of food still resting between us.

"Thank you for your help and for listening," she says sincerely. "I'll see you tomorrow, and maybe I'll wear that special dress for you."

With a knowing smile, she exits the shipping container, leaving me with a sense of excitement. Her willingness to wear a saree for me is a gesture that feels significant, acknowledging the bond that has grown between us. Her respect for my wishes shows a mature understanding of our friendship, even amidst the complexities that have recently emerged. As I watch her go, I can't help but think about how different tomorrow's meeting will be.

I eagerly waited for the next day and dreamed of her looking in a saree.

The day passes slowly for me as I await Anjali's arrival. The anticipation of seeing her in a saree fills my thoughts, making the hours feel like an eternity. The shipping container feels emptier than usual without her presence, and I find myself straightening my space, hoping to make it more presentable for her.

As the sun begins to set and the shadows stretch, I hear her familiar footsteps approaching. The door opens, and there she is, the vibrant colours of the saree she's wearing, contrasting with the dullness of my surroundings.

She's wrapped it elegantly, revealing her respect for tradition and my request. The fabric drapes over her body in a way that enhances her beauty without compromising her modesty. She blushes under my admiring gaze but maintains a graceful poise.

I looked astounded and stunned at her beauty. I never expected i would see such a beautiful young woman. She defeated all the beauty that lies beneath the world.

I said to her, "Anjali, you look so beautiful, and I never expected this."

As Anjali sees the awe in my eyes, she giggles shyly and adjusts the pallu of her saree. Her movements are graceful, and the fabric seems to dance with her every step. She takes a moment to appreciate my reaction before speaking.

"Thank you, Uncle Ram. It's not something I wear often, but I thought it would make you happy."

We both sit down on the mattress, the fabric of her saree creating a colourful backdrop against the starkness of the shipping container. The space feels more vibrant and alive with her in traditional attire, a stark contrast to the usual setting.

As I looked at her and said, "Thank you, Anjali, for wearing this for me, it means a lot to me. Hope i didn't trouble you lot with my request."

She smiled at me and said, "it was fine, uncle, i enjoyed it."

I continued to gaze at her beauty, and then i asked her

"Anjali, could you stand up and turn around. So i can see you completely. "

She smiled and stood up as the way i asked, the fabric of the saree billowing around her.

She turns slowly around, allowing me to take in the full view of her in the traditional attire. The way the material clings to her curves and the elegant drape over her shoulders highlights her grace and beauty. She completes her turn, facing me again with a slightly nervous smile. I can see the blush on her neck and cheeks deepen as she awaits my response.

My mouth went open with her beauty, My eyes stunned with her beauty, and I asked her to turn again. She understood that I wanted to see her backside.

As I ask Anjali to turn again, she obliges with a shy smile, revealing her backside in the elegant drape of the saree. The fabric falls softly, emphasizing the curve of her waist and the swell of her hips. She looks back at me over her shoulder, her eyes searching for approval.

The light from the setting sun casts a warm glow through the container, highlighting the intricate patterns and the way the fabric shimmers with every movement she makes.

My eyes moved to every curve and swell of her hips as she smiled, seeing my eyes wandering around her back.

I seize the opportunity to share a heartfelt, platonic compliment by telling Anjali,"Dear, you look so radiant in whatever you choose to wear."

Anjali's eyes meet mine as she stands before me, the warm glow of the setting sun casting a soft light on her features.

She nods slightly, acknowledging my compliment with a shy smile. I can see the fabric of the saree cling to her form as she moves, the intricate patterns dancing with the shadows. She takes a step closer, the scent of the fabric's freshness mingling with the faint aroma of the spices from the food she's brought. The silence is filled with an unspoken understanding as I continue to admire her.

As she moved around my container, she could feel my eyes ravishing her body curves.

Anjali notices my gaze and moves around the small space of the shipping container, her hips swaying gently with the flow of the saree. She seems to gain confidence with each step, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she senses the joy she's bringing to me.

I watch as the fabric glides over her curves, the light from outside tracing lines of shadow and colour across her form. Her graceful movements create a mesmerizing dance of light and dark, and she occasionally glances back at me to ensure I am still appreciating the sight.

Then, with a slight smile, she told me, "Uncle, I want you to sit on the mattress  until I say to get up. Can you do that?"

I was surprised by her request and I asked her, "Why do you want me to sit?"

She smiled and replied me back "Please uncle, just do what I say okay".

"Okay, dear,"

As I sit on the mattress, Anjali starts to playfully walk in a mock fashion show parade, her steps deliberate and poised, showcasing the elegance of the saree. She giggles nervously, her eyes glancing back at me for approval. The fabric of the saree sashays with her movements, the light playing off the vibrant colours.

I can't help but feel a swell of warmth in my chest, not only from her beauty but from the joy i see in her eyes as she performs this little show for me. Despite the stark contrast of her grandeur against the backdrop of my simple container home, the moment feels perfect, a shared secret between the two of us.

As she turned with her back facing towards me, Anjali, with a playful smile, begins to walk with more elegance, her hips swaying as she puts on a mock fashion show.

The fabric of the saree flows around her, creating a mesmerizing display of colour and shadow that captures my attention. She glances back at me, making sure I am watching and enjoying the spectacle she's presenting.

Anjali, feeling more at ease, decides to add a playful twist to her mock fashion parade. She sashays in an exaggerated way, her hips moving with a rhythm that's both charming and respectful.

The fabric of the saree flutters with her playfulness, revealing glimpses of her anklets as she walks. Her cheeks are flushed with a mix of excitement and self-consciousness, but she maintains eye contact with me, seeking my approval.

Her laughter fills the small space as she performs a little twirl, the pallu of the saree flying out dramatically. She then stops and poses, one hand on her hip and the other holding the fabric of the pallu, inviting me to appreciate her efforts. The light from outside casts a warm glow on her, making the colours of the saree seem even more vivid.

I laughed and smiled at her playful game and gave my further approval for her playful tease. I clapped at her effort and encouraged her to continue her further tease.

Anjali laughs at my encouragement, her eyes sparkling with joy. She continues her playful parade, adding more flair to her movements. She twirls and poses, the fabric of the saree swirling around her in a vibrant display. Her confidence grows with every step, and I can see the delight in her eyes as she shares this moment with me. She spins around and stands with her side way, facing towards me.

As Anjali stands sideways, I notice her blouse hugging the shape of her breasts and her stomach peeking out from the waistline of the saree. When she catches me looking, she teasingly moves her upper body slightly to give me a better view, her playfulness clear in her actions. She maintains eye contact with me, her smile mischievous as she enjoys the effect she has on me. The fabric of the blouse clings to her, revealing a bit more than she had probably intended. The light in the shipping container seems to dance on her skin, creating a tantalizing silhouette that holds my gaze.

As i continue looking at her breast, Anjali giggles and asks playfully, "Uncle Ram, are you enjoying the show?"

Her voice is light and teasing, and she maintains her pose, allowing me to appreciate the way the fabric of her blouse outlines the curves of her chest. She seems to be enjoying my admiration, the mood between us both a delicate balance of friendship and mutual attraction. The air in the container feels charged with an intimacy that's both comforting and slightly unfamiliar.

I told her, smiling, "I am definitely enjoying the show."

Saying that, I looked at her shaped boobs. She knows what I meant and smiled further teasing, moving a little bit, giving me a better view of her shaped breasts.

Anjali giggles at my comment, feeling both flattered and slightly embarrassed. She continues to play along with the teasing, moving her torso slightly to give me a better view of her shaped breasts. The blouse stretches with the movement, offering a glimpse of her cleavage. She maintains her pose, enjoying the playfulness of the moment and the connection it creates between us.

As i started to see a glimpse of her cleavage. My eyes felt like they were bulged out.

As Anjali sees my eyes bulging with excitement and my mouth hanging open, she laughs gently, the sound echoing in the small shipping container. She adjusts the pallu of her saree slightly, allowing me to get a better view of her cleavage.

I can see the soft outline of her breasts through the fabric and the way her blouse clings to her skin. She seems to be enjoying my reaction, the playfulness in her eyes growing brighter as she continues to flirt with the boundaries of our friendship.

As she did so, she turned to face me directly with her hands on her saree, and with a teasing smile, she slowly lowered the pallu of her saree. The fabric reveals her neckline, the blouse clinging to her breasts. She watches my reaction with playful curiosity.

I can see the gentle slope of her cleavage, the fabric of her blouse stretching slightly with each breath she takes. Her hands rest on her hips, the pallu now resting just above her elbows, framing her face in a way that seems to emphasize the innocence in her eyes, despite the seductive nature of her pose.

Anjali, noticing my eyes widen at the sight of her cleavage, giggles and playfully asks again, "Which view do you like better now, Uncle Ram?"

She keeps her hands on the pallu, the fabric of the saree barely concealing her chest. The light from outside plays with the shadows, hinting at the soft skin beneath the blouse. The moment is filled with a mix of tension and excitement, the intimacy of the situation growing as she waits for my response. Her eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint, enjoying the interaction that's pushing the boundaries of our friendship.

"Ohh.. dear, both your views are exquisite. But definitely, I loved this view much better than before." I responds that the current view is better, appreciating the increased exposure of her cleavage.

This playful exchange between us heightens the intimacy and mutual attraction, all the while maintaining an underlying respect for our friendship boundaries.

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